Ok to get this story going, I was laying on my couch about 3 days ago watchin TV minding my own, when all the sudden I hear what seems to be someone pukin. I was like wow, thats odd. So the next day I leave and well sure enough someone fucking puked in the hall by the main door, I dodge that and refrain from adding to it, open the door to the stair and guess what MORE PUKE. Ummmm ya gross, most people puke in toilets thank you very much. So I go on with my day expecting that whoever was the one who puked would have enough common decency to clean it up, well today, 3 days later puke....still there. GROSS So the story gets better, I get in my car, decide that I haven't checked my mail in a hot min so I better do that, so run by the lil mail room, walk in, realized the room smelled horrible but ignored it and went to open the box, no mail. I was all happy no bills so I turn to walk out when I hear a noise, yep thats right HOMEBOY from the last blog is passed the fuck out on the ground in the mail room. He scared the living shit outta me. Not exactly what you plan to see when you go to get your mail in the morning This being the final straw I decided I pay quite a bit to live where i do, so i called the office and explained everything to them, So as entertaining as these blogs maybe hopefully this will be the last of its sorts.